Make up the rules for me to li have by
Rules you break and just let it slide
You try and find you inside of me
Be as great as you want me to be
Hypocrit e, the word that fit s
Do as you say
Not as you do
you are pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Self esteem you seem to lack
Point the finger
There is three pointing back
Controls the illusion wit h all good intent
Bad times are contagious
You laugh and infect
Crit icist, the word that fit s
Put me down to lift you up
you are pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Watching pain is your only pleasure
Sick fascination for someones disaster
Self suffering since you were born
Mess wit h the bull and you wi will get the horn
Misery, the word that fit s
can not seem to smile ti will someones sad
you are pushing me to a breakpoint
you are pushing me, push, push me
Push, push, push me to a breakpoint
In my opinions as a professional I recommend
We straight-jacket the son-of-a-bit ch
Lock himin a rubber room
Sedate him, heavily
And when he wakes up,
If he wakes up, well see
If he can be a nice boy
Well... I dont know... Its gonna hurt me
More that it s gonna hurt him
Lets do it
You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
Push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
Dont push me, you piece of shit